Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Chile and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Marcia Griffiths to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crash Course in Science,
Tim Buckley,
Dead Boys,
John Holt,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cramps,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Von Mondo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Piero Umiliani,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stiv Bators,
Symarip,
Mars,
Neil Young,
The Detroit Cobras,
Steve Hackett,
Moebius,
Popol Vuh,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pere Ubu,
Sam Rivers,
Icehouse,
Main Source,
Qualms,
MDC,
Camouflage,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wings,
Spoonie Gee,
48th St. Collective,
DJ Style,
Marcia Griffiths,
Guru Guru,
Fat Boys,
Siglo XX,
D'Angelo,
The Count Five,
The Moody Blues,
Q and Not U,
Leonard Cohen,
The Wake,
Judy Mowatt,
Pylon,
Lalann,
The Sound,
Warsaw,
Minor Threat,
Skaos,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Basic Channel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter and Kerry,
Boredoms,
Eurythmics,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.